Bury Poem by Miles Millikan

We put on a mask around people we are most comfortable with
When a day falls gray, we sprinkle faulty sunshine onto our eyes to blind us from the darkness in front of us
But as we continue to linger with this friendly person, our mask does not get lifted upwards off of us, but sinks further down past our face and into our minds giving us false hope that the world is pleasing, accepting, and kind
This short time is glorious and magnificent, but it has not destroyed the sadness rather buried it so it may rise again fiercer and more ruthless
Reality turns cruel, and instead of this makeshift purity slowly withering away, it is torn from our minds in one swift agonizing realization where the world is looking down on your crying face, with the last of our hope falling with our tears and it mutters “you were wrong”
We use our companions to bury our frustration and hopelessness like a drug
The most innocent drug in the world
Like a sort of patch, when it’s with you everything brightens
Trees seem more peaceful, flowers seem more vivid, birds sound symphonic, and people seem more joyful
You...seem happier. Happy
But remove this patch and the beauty dissipates away
Addiction comes fast and hits heavy
Needing just one more patch, one more minute of purity
We’ll find as many as we need to not see the real world
Surround ourselves so wholey by others that our vision is blocked
But stay on long it long enough, and it becomes your reality
And whenever you run out, people stop supplying, reality and life’s true nature swings in
And it will obliterate you
Slamming you head on, sending you flying only to catch you and continue to slam you until you can’t tell left from right, up from down, love from hate, pain from pleasure, life from illusion
Life puts it all into a bowl, and whips it into one emotional paste
You have to sort through it to re-find your love and happiness
But that is an impossible task
For you have been burying your agony for so long you don’t know what pure happiness is
It becomes a fogged up windshield on the car you must drive in life
And only now that you see you’ve been driving blind, you panic and lose control
Jolt the wheel, your tires screech; your life begins to fade away from you
Fumbling with any button or switch you can find, hoping for just one gracious eject button
But the doors have locked an you're scared
Helpless for the first time in your life
You crash
You couldn’t handle it
It hit too hard and for so long you lived off a lie, and the truth was horrific
And now there is nothing to blind you, distract you
You must now face everything you’ve buried
And it’s more than you can handle